For the first time since he’d pressed that green button, he wasn’t a god.
In the distance, he heard the howl of a single wolf.
“Because the mod is the trap. God Mode doesn’t make you invincible forever. It makes you noticeable . And the thing that runs this place—the System—it loves to hunt modded players.” That night, the sky changed.
He could fall from any height and feel nothing—God Mode meant no broken bones, no bleeding, no death. He bought a fortified truck, then a helicopter from the black-market trader. He raided the ruined city like a tourist in a haunted house.